He casts a cantrip that lashes her in the face, hard enough to do an exactly trivial amount of damage to a third-circle wizard. Hell wouldn't have instructed them to punish Sevar no less than she earned, if she was never going to earn any punishments. "Keep me informed of your judgments. Don't argue them at me. You're very obviously driven to get an intelligence headband and wear it, Sevar. There's justifications for that good enough to get me to go along with it. It's also a very standard form of wizard bullshit, and the way that you will argue with your superiors about this one topic makes it clear that you are a very standard wizard in this regard."
"We're done here. Sevar, with me, Balaguerre, make sure someone's around who can cast Fox's Cunning on her when she requests it."
